The Qing Liu City Lord's Mansion.
Under Dongfang Mobai's guidance, Elder Hua, Fang Yang, and the others soon arrived at the administrative area.
It was a courtyard where willows swayed in the breeze. More than ten members of the winged folk were waiting there.
All of them had four wings sprouting from their backs, a sign of their considerable power. They had likely all been commanders in charge of their own territories once.
'Implement the policies... With Sen Yue in command, and with Jiang Venerable Sword and Qingkong as her enforcers, how dare these guys still harbor ill intentions?' Fang Yang wondered, standing in the back.
Ignorance breeds fearlessness.
Fang Yang could have understood if some Low Tier Cultivators had dared to defy Sen Yue's decree.
But these were all High Tier Cultivators. They shouldn't have been bold enough to truly defy Sen Yue's will.
And yet, that was exactly what had happened.
For some reason, a certain passage came to Fang Yang's mind:
